Ice
Switch the calls, if you won’t listen. My words bite like alligators’ teeth; once one has a hold, it won’t let go. I’m a glass house with tinted windows, but your eyes find a way to see inside. This uniform has no marks, the scars hide underneath. Come home, warm this icy heart before I freeze to death.
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Struggles of a relationship. Our words have strong connotations sometimes. But, if the relationship is right then they always come home. Well done. Have a nice night.
WOW. Some people have that power, don’t they? They can see inside us no matter what. You have communicated so much in one paragraph. That takes skill. Loved the imagery of icy heart, glass houses and alligator teeth. Brilliant!
I like the glass house with tinted windows.